“What are you doing?” Mousepaw asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” she mewed. “I’ll catch up with you when I’ve finished.”
“But what will we tell Brackenfur?”
Hollypaw didn’t answer Hazelpaw’s anxious question. She had already pushed past her denmates and was halfway across the clearing. Brackenfur had stopped to talk with Stormfur.
Hollypaw quickly ducked behind the elders’ den.
“Imagine thinking I couldn’t find my way up to Highledge.” She heard Mousefur’s croaking mew from inside.
“They’ll have us practicing washing next.”
“Well, at least we’re ready now,” Longtail mewed soothingly.
“I was
Hollypaw’s pelt bristled with anticipation as Brackenfur finally nodded to Stormfur. “See you later.” The golden warrior headed away toward the camp entrance.
Hollypaw slipped out from behind the honeysuckle and scurried up the rocks to Highledge. “Firestar!” She rushed into the cave, blinking against the sudden darkness.
Firestar’s eyes flashed in the shadows. Sandstorm was
plucking the feathers from a sparrow carcass on the other side of the cave.
“What is it, Hollypaw?” Firestar sat up straight.
“You can’t just let it happen!” Hollypaw mewed.
Sandstorm padded to Firestar’s side. “Let what happen?”
“The battle that everyone’s preparing for!”
“The battle might not happen.” Firestar meowed calmly.
“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared.”
“But why are we getting ready to fight WindClan when we should be helping RiverClan?” Hollypaw stepped forward, her paws trembling. “When I spoke to Willowpaw at the Gathering, she was so upset! All the RiverClan cats were.
They need our help. But all we’re doing is getting ready to attack WindClan!”
Firestar curled his tail over his paws. “I have no intention of attacking WindClan,” he meowed. “But we must be ready if they attack us.”
Hollypaw couldn’t understand how Firestar could be so stupid. “WindClan won’t attack. It’s RiverClan who is in trouble!”
“If RiverClan is forced into WindClan territory, then WindClan may try to take some of ours,” Firestar explained.
“RiverClan would never want to live on the moorland!”
Hollypaw’s whiskers quivered. “They’d want to stay by the lake where they can fish.”
Sandstorm leaned forward. “Clans can adapt to anything if they have to.”
Firestar nodded. “Look how WindClan is getting used
to hunting in woodland.”
Hollypaw angrily flicked her tail. “Why don’t we try to solve the problem before it turns into a fight?”
Firestar lifted a paw, warning her to calm down.
“RiverClan must be allowed to solve their own problems.”
“But what if they can’t?”
Paw steps sounded outside. Hollypaw glanced around to see Leafpool padding into the cave.
“I thought I heard you in here.” The medicine cat blinked at Hollypaw.
Firestar dipped his head to Leafpool. “Hollypaw’s worried about the battle.”
Fresh frustration flared in Hollypaw’s pelt. “There doesn’t have to
“Of course there doesn’t,” Leafpool assured her. “When I spoke to Mothwing at the Gathering, she said that RiverClan was dealing with their problem. But if they can’t solve it, we have to be ready.”
“But if we helped them,” Hollypaw mewed, “then they’d be okay.”
Leafpool shook her head. “We must trust RiverClan to sort it out themselves.”
“Leafpool’s right,” Firestar meowed. “Besides, helping RiverClan would mean crossing WindClan territory.”
“Or ShadowClan’s,” Sandstorm added.
Leafpool ran her tail down Hollypaw’s flank. “And that would only make things worse, wouldn’t it?”
Hollypaw shied away from Leafpool, bristling. She didn’t
need to be soothed, like a kit having a bad dream! Why couldn’t they take her seriously?
“Isn’t Brackenfur waiting for you?” Sandstorm prompted.
“You mustn’t fall behind with your training,” Firestar reminded her.
Hollypaw turned and stamped out of the cave. Pebbles clacked under her paws as she bounded down the rocks to the clearing.
“Wait!”
Hollypaw glanced backward.
Leafpool was hurrying after her. “I can see you’re upset.”
Hollypaw turned on her. “Why won’t any of you listen?”
“You must remember,” Leafpool soothed, “we all have more experience than you. You have to trust us to know what’s right.”
“StarClan would want us to help RiverClan,” Hollypaw mewed.
“You can’t be sure of that.” Leafpool blinked. “I know you’re worried about Willowpaw, but you’re training to be a warrior now. It’s not appropriate to have such close friends in other Clans.”
Hollypaw glared at her.
“Go and find Brackenfur,” Leafpool suggested. “He’s heading for the training hollow.”
“I know where he is,” Hollypaw hissed through gritted teeth.
“I’m sure he must be expecting you.” Leafpool touched Hollypaw’s cheek with her nose, then padded away.
Hollypaw flexed her claws. If she could find out exactly what was happening in RiverClan, perhaps
She had to talk to Willowpaw.
She darted through the entrance tunnel, thorns scraping her pelt. Outside the camp, she glanced around. No one was there. She hurried into the trees, away from the training hollow, and headed up the ridge toward the WindClan border.
“Squirrel!”
Birchfall’s excited yowl pierced the air. Hollypaw dived into a patch of ferns, pressing her belly to the ground. Paw steps were pounding toward her. She peeped through the green fronds and saw Birchfall and Ashfur skidding down the slope. Lionpaw was racing behind them, his tail fluffed out.
She ducked back into the foliage and held her breath. The ferns rustled around her as the patrol whisked past less than a tail-length away.
Hollypaw screwed her eyes shut.
Heart pounding, she heard their paw steps fade into the forest. Relief washed her pelt and she crept from her hiding place and started up the slope. Ears pricked and nose twitching, she ran over the top of the ridge and headed down, out of the trees, and across the bumpy grass to the WindClan border. Her paws trembled as the tang of WindClan hit her nose. This border had been recently marked.
Hollypaw scanned the heather-swathed slope that rose
up to the high moorland.
No sign of any patrols.
Tail trembling, she padded across the scent line. Rain was beginning to fall from the dove-gray sky.
